Beautiful Plain Smile

You asked me why I bother
putting this stuff on my lips
and the way you look at me now
makes me want more than
lipstick
and every feeling of desire
draws me to your eyes
you pull your hand to your mouth
are you hiding behind her?
I’d like to believe we were
the only ones that mattered
that we could converge by
sound and volume
I know there is a real boy
behind your blonde fingers
and professional phone voice
as we search songs for our souls
and our sincerity I feel the pull of your
inner melody -but you’re not selling the rights
you know who you can write
out these words for and I watch
her beautiful plain
smile rub your back and you
kick like a dog happy servant
she holds you together when
I want to tear you apart
more power to her cause she
knows what she is doing
obviously since you keep the
line around your insides
tight and opaque
I merely speculate these verses
and write solo love poems

9-24-98

Keep In Touch (Or See Ya Next Summer)

You have become one of those people
who call me up when looking through
your address book.
What to say, catching up-new pet
old job, new girl, same friends-
long pause-
I choose someone other than you.
You have to let me know it
doesn’t affect you.
Well, it affects me.
I just wanted to feel the way
I used to feel when your voice
could make my palms sweat
and lying on my bed alone
with the reciever in hand and
my fingers skimming the
surface of my thighs.
You have company,
It wasn’t your fault you snored
all night and your body heat
touching my bare legs was
driving me crazy.
Yet I still blame you for not
being the right one-for being
too much like my mother
and letting all your old friends
down including me.
I’m not even aroused, cheap date.
I was in the mood and everything.
Gotta go kiddo- you whisper in
your imfamous bedroom voice.
You’ve never even been in mine.
I’m doing fine by the way.

9-23-98